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Washed Clean

November 1, 2013

The water sprinkles over my physique

letting all the anger of havoc wreaked

go away, slurping down the drain

Giving me the chance to refrain

from an action I will surely regret

over which I would long worry and fret.

Into all the pores of my hardened skin

The hot steam eases my internal din

the chattering of voices washed away

preparing me for a new start; new day

Avoiding the stressful innundation

rage frittered away as condensation.

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